Chapter 37: Fallen, you said??
The car glided through the gated entrance of the Star Harbor Grand Pavilion, the most opulent event venue in the city. The driveway was lined with glowing lanterns and a velvet carpet rolled down the front steps. Luxury cars lined the drop-off point—sleek Rolls-Royces, futuristic sports cars, a few classic collectibles. Valets in white gloves rushed forward, offering doors and bows.
The massive glass doors of the crystal-lit hall stood open, revealing a world of glittering youth and wealth inside.
Inside the Grand Pavilion:
The atmosphere buzzed with elegance.
Young men in tailored tuxedos and watches worth more than apartments. Girls in couture gowns shimmered like walking gemstones. Pearls, diamonds, soft jazz in the background. The scent of rich perfume and imported wine floated through the air. Every guest under 30, every one of them the child of someone important—or on their way to being someone important themselves.
There was laughter, gossip, subtle competition in glances and gestures.
And then—
Miles and Celina entered.
Their walk together wasn’t flashy. But it was enough to steal the room’s breath for a moment.
Heads turned.
Whispers began.